Between Reformation Is it serious or cirrus? To laugh at tornadoes? Like I was born to Or shelter from the storm? As I seem to..... Above this realm The wisp to air Turned curling grace.... Or locked in basements With sodden thought And brooding senses Is it neither or both? All at once? The lies the living tell the dead? I hold that answer less these days But in defense..... I am a weatherman And that is all I know

Sugar Bear I wear this veiled sadness such a shit gift of inheritance mixed with my own special brand of morbid self indulgence the mask was just an afterthought fashioned through a world view born from torn experience held by sneer and stupor glue you crashed the common market and rescinded expectation they lost their frame of reference through deficient information indifference made you sharper a pox on their malevolence those years bereft of markers defined your right to relevance we sleep restless under Rorschach sheets of decades long encasement stained by aged internment buried deep inside our basements here we flail upon soft ground that barely holds our weight bound by deconstructed earth footprints from a leap of faith who knows what time will bring perhaps we'll just disintegrate crash then burn within this flame or sign a pact to terminate we'll write that book together from chapters etched by time the plot is not our landscape just a half thought undefined rest in pieces.......

The Floorboards Pin The Joists Moderate, if you will from heart to engage mind Chasing down the curse to the bitter taste of bare bones, As negation bites let it bleed in all it's gore and perversion, There are times when the question is worth more than the answer, As the journey itself is revealed as home

Constellations form You circle this#moon Tip toes of spider light Appear then fall A feast of death From darkened star Physic's belly Arches quantum's mass Weightless Yet this flick in time Will sink us all And then gravity..... Smiles Rips us blind To mute our lives #lifeless Stiff as pillars We float From ebb to flow Incandescent wind Draws us home Stare into sun And await The embrace Her bra Stretched upon the sofa Like a web Crawling in next to me Her ripeness Overcomes I am lost Once again In the cosmos

The 9th Last #poem Of Summer Eat your heart out Shakespeare....... Hey nonny nonny Hey nonny no i touched her with my pain Huzzah, huzzah, huzzah! 'Don't touch her with your pain' Too late Its done Huzzah! Her face aglow With solar's spit To the Maypole We go Huzzah! This is the 9th last #poem of summer And to thee this flower I give Watch it die Huzzah! You have kitten eyes